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Friday, September 9, 2011

She's Doesn't Play DogBall, Either

Way back when I first came to live with The Family, my main job was to be a companion to My Boy. He wanted a dog he could teach tricks, and I was just the pup he needed. As I grew up, I was given a few more responsibilities like security guard, fence inspector and chief chicken plucker, but the job with My Boy was always a priority. I kept myself primed to take off at a moment's notice and go with him wherever he wanted. We were two peas in a pod, that much alike. Well, all that has changed now.

The other day, My Boy packed his gear into a suitcase, loaded a few books and drove away. He's enrolled in college down in southeastern Oklahoma. Guess who has been left behind to mope and peer out the windows at nothing? Yeah, you got it. Apparently DOGS are not allowed in the dorms down there. Mom says not to worry, she'll take care of me until the weekends when My Boy comes home, but between you and me, she's not a wrassler and can't throw a stick at all.

We know that you miss your Boy, but think if you give your Mom some practice, she may be able to learn to throw a stick for you. We doubt the wrasslin' will get much better...muzzer gets the giggles when we wrassle and that is the end of the story.

Oh TellYou'we going to make me cwywhat an unfaiw woole..all these yeaws ou have helped teach all those things to youw boy and kept him company, and now???I hope youw Mama leawns how to thwow pwopewly and westle so youw life can continoo in the oosual happy waymeantime take my smoochie kissesASTA

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About Me

I'm a wire fox terrier, and I live on a farm in the country with my two best friends, Cap and Glynn. Cap is the old grumpy dog. Glynn is the shy girl. I'm the good lookin' one. It's a busy life, living on a farm like this. We have to keep the chickens safe from the fox, the raccoons out of the barn, and the squirrels up their tree. It's a full time job, even with three of us patrolling the grounds. When I get time (and Mom's not looking), I get on the computer and write to my friends. I have doggy friends from Canada to Australia and everywhere in between. Even one in Ireland and a couple in the UK. So join the fun, read my blog and sign the guest book. The more the merrier, especially with terriers (hey, I'm a poet and didn't know it)!

My Boy's Poem

I'm thrilled (and humbled) that My Boy wrote a poem about me. It's been published in a hard cover book, too! Here it is:
My Dog, TellI got a present from my mother.It was better than a brother.It's a puppy I call William Tell.He was the last one the breeder would sell.He has little black polk-a-dots,He chases squirrels and barks at rocks. He is my dog.I love him lots.My silly little dog with spots.
He describes me pretty good, too, except for the silly part. Who's silly? Anyway, Mom bought a copy so we can all read it together. I like hearing my name.